Why do you think it's so important to me that people know my kids are ok, that I'm an ok mom? Because of my mom? Because of some pathetic need for approval? A desperate need to convince myself?
I had cause to write about it the other day. I've now decided I hate writing about what a good/awful/conscientious/neglectful/impotent/over-protective mother I am. Why put myself through that? No matter how good I am, I'll find something I didn't do well enough. No matter how much I love them, I'll fear it isn't enough. No matter how I twist myself to try to cover all the bases, I'll fear I'm missing something.
I remember wondering, as I taped the kids in a play, whether or not I was wasting the experience of the moment in my determination to capture the moment forever. I wonder if I am too worried about being a good mom to sit back and enjoy it more, sometimes.
Pathology
- Transient
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